He didn't speak, but he didn't completely ignore her, and he couldn't tell what he meant when he took the title.

Past experience has taught her that it's best to talk less when she's not sure.

Ning Xun waited for a long time, and when she saw that she had no intention of speaking, she laughed sneeringly, "Just ask here?" ”

The title pool was blindsided for a moment - his doubts about her were not dispelled, and the matter of the Qianzheng Hall was not something she could ask at this time.

So what did he want her to ask?

She hesitated, as if she wasn't sure, and her voice was soft: "Is it seriously hurt?" ”

"Lone is in front of you, you come and see."

As Yan Chi raised her head, she was not far from the couch, half a foot away from him. The corner of his forehead was still red, and if you looked closely, it was medicated, but it wasn't obvious.

He leaned forward, "What can you see from so far away?" ”

She had no choice but to get up and move closer to him—after holding a position for a long time, her faintly sore calves were completely weak, and her steps were unsteady when she stood up, but before she could stumble, he reached out to help her.

The indescribable feeling of being sour or what, washed up from her calf, and her eyelids jumped.

He didn't just help her, but took advantage of the situation to bring her forward, his hand clasped her waist, and with a little force she bent down and fell into his arms.

He hugged it so naturally that he didn't notice for a moment that he was sitting on his lap.

Even at this time, she still remembered that he had a shoulder injury, and the hand that had subconsciously wanted to hold his shoulder to maintain balance was stagnant in the air and propped up on the couch backwards.

In a panic, her hand touched Tang Pozi, and the heat instantly stained her fingertips with coldness.

His hand on her waist didn't loosen, and it clung to it—it seemed to be hotter than Tang Pozi, and it was so hot that she couldn't help but tense her waist and abdomen.

He has the aroma of ambergris that shows his identity, which is very light, but has a strong sense of presence.

It's not the same as when he wears the mask. It should have been deliberate.

He looked down at her, the aroma of ambergris surrounded him, and the moment the two looked at each other, the pool shook suddenly.

Ning Xun now exposes an undisguised sense of aggression in front of her from time to time, which is very different from her previous life.

The hand he had clasped around her waist rubbed slowly, as if to soothe her, but only provoked her to shiver.

"Cold?"

Zhichi nodded, borrowed the gap between her to pull the quilt, got down from his lap and sat on the edge of the couch, silently leaving some distance with him.

She still didn't know what he was trying to do on this trip.

Ning Xun wrapped her in the quilt, and she pulled the corner of the quilt herself, but her eyes still fell on his forehead. She knew that he was looking at her, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes: "Does it still hurt?" ”

As she spoke, she reached out and tentatively touched the reddened wound on his forehead.

She thought he would grab her hand and stop her, but he didn't. The two were separated by some distance, so he lowered his head slightly so that she could touch it.

One-touch collection.

Chi curled his fingers, saw him raise his eyes and looked over calmly, and his voice was indifferent: "It hurts." ”

The author has something to say:

Ning Xun: (indifferent) Her business ability is not good, let me guide her.

Rank: ? I don't go to work this month.

Ning Xun: (indifferent mask shattered) ??? If your business ability is not good, why don't you work hard?!

Rank pool (negative slacking version): Is it useful to work hard, and there is no work task.

Ning Xun: Do you need me to teach you this kind of thing by brushing up your favorability to prepare in advance for your tasks? For example, if I am injured, you can take the initiative to care about the cold and ask for warmth...

Rank: ?

Bit Pool (Try Trying): Does it still hurt?

Ning Xun: It hurts.

Rank: ? I won't be able to fix it.

Chapter 28

◎Like a couple hugging each other and comforting each other, but the eyes of the two looking at each other's backs are calm without ups and downs. ◎

She almost thought she had misheard, and paused before asking him, "Why don't you call the imperial doctor to show His Highness again?" ”

That little bit of injury is not as good as the arrow wound on his left shoulder on the night of the last yuan, how can he make him cry out in pain?

Ning Xun shook his head, and when he lowered his head for her, the sense of aggression on his body suddenly weakened, but he faintly showed a bit of vulnerability.

Rank Chi suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard about his past in the Moon Snatcher Workshop.

It may not be an injury that hurts him, but something else.

After all, it was his father, but when she recalled her previous life, she realized that he didn't seem to have a smile on his face when he came out of the Qianzheng Palace.

It's nice not to have a single injury.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little sad - half-truths, the part that belonged to the real was not much, only a little.

She took advantage of this sadness to raise her hand and touch his cheek, as if concerned: "If you don't call the imperial doctor, what should you do?" ”

Ning Xun watched her expression change, and shook the hand hanging on one side, as if he really thought about what to do for a while, and then slowly grabbed her wrist: "Let me hold her alone for a while." ”

He spoke softly, giving her the right to refuse in a negotiable tone.

But the knew she couldn't say no.

She "fell in love with him at first sight", and at this time she was worried about him and was sad, if she refused, she would not have to act again in the future.

So at the moment when he finished speaking, she hugged him directly, wrapping her arms around his waist and abdomen, just avoiding his left shoulder.

She hugged him so hard that she could faintly feel the powerful heartbeat in his chest. He grabbed the brocade quilt before it slipped down, and re-wrapped it around her along with his arms.

Ning Xun hugged her with the quilt in his arms, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

He seemed to be really exhausted, and he gave most of his weight to her.

Ji Chi looked at the mandarin duck pattern on the bed tent behind him, probably because it was too tight and heavy, his heartbeat came, and gradually with her.

Ning Xun lightly clasped one hand on the back of her head, and her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally ruffled her hairpin.

is like a couple hugging and comforting each other, but the eyes of both of them looking at each other's backs are calm and unwavering.

Ning Xun slowly rubbed her strands of hair together, casually counting the hours.

She was sent by Ning Zhen.

After Zhang Shangshu touched a nose in the Qianzheng Palace, Ning Zhen's dream of becoming a prince after the new one was shattered, and it was inevitable that he would not suspect that the punishment he received in the Qianzheng Hall today was deliberate.

- How can it be considered deliberate, last night was clearly a special color, he was addicted for a while, and the color made him faint.

That's why I didn't get angry with her, so I couldn't wait to come to her in person.

Qing Heng waited in the study, and an hour passed unconsciously. He hid in the dark room so that his head was dizzy, and he didn't see His Royal Highness come back.

Isn't it just to take a look at the dancing girl to dispel the doubts of the second prince?

Why did this glance last so long?

He could understand that His Highness needed to show his appreciation for the dancing girl, but His Highness was the crown prince, and there were too many ways to show his favor, so why did he need to do this?

Not to mention...... He glanced at the scroll in his hand, in which the woman's veil covered her face, revealing a pair of slightly raised eyes, and the peach blossoms painted on her forehead were burning.

His Royal Highness asked him to investigate the matter, and he found out his eyebrows.

Dry main hall.

A piece of broken porcelain. Li Dexian walked over with his feet with the freshly boiled medicine, gave a look to the palace people who were carefully cleaning up, and told them to withdraw first.

Zhang Shangshu came unfortunately, it was when the sage was in full swing, and he came to invite Lixin, and the old minister who was trusted by the sage was scolded by the sage for the first time, and his face was almost unbearable when he left.

Estimating that the saint had calmed down, Li Dexian immediately brought the imperial doctor in and prescribed medicine to calm the heart.

The saint was sitting in front of the bookcase, which was spread out, but his gaze clearly looked beyond the bookcase and at the ground.

Li Dexian glanced at the sage's line of sight, and the sunlight came in through the window and shone on a broken glass tray on the ground, and the light was dazzling.

The emperor let out a deep breath of turbidity, remembering a poem he had read in his early years - most good things are not strong, and colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is brittle.

He offered the medicine bowl, "Your Majesty, the medicine prescribed by Imperial Doctor Li." ”

The Emperor reached out and took the medicine bowl and drank it all.

The smell of this medicine was very strong in his nose, Li Dexian prepared candied syrup, but the sage only waved his hand.

He was about to take things down, but when he saw the saint raise his hand again, he stopped, and saw the saint pick out a piece of iced apricot from the plate of candied fruit.

The moment Li Dexian saw it clearly, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

He suddenly remembered that this dried apricot was the queen when she was pregnant with the prince, and she was very happy and harmful, and she didn't like to eat too sour, so the imperial dining room pondered and made iced apricots.

It was his carelessness, after so many years, these candied fruits were being eaten in various palaces, and he didn't think much about it when he offered them.

It's just that it's today-look at this situation, but if you get involved with the word "queen", you have to peel off your skin if you don't die.

Cold sweat was dripping on his back, and he was busy pleading: "The slave deserves to die!" ”

The emperor twisted the dried apricots, and his fingertips were stained with a layer of gray and white frosting, "Li Dexian, how many years have you been serving by my side?" ”

Li Dexian knelt on the ground: "Back to Your Majesty's words, counting this year, it is twenty and seven." ”

The frosting melts a little and sticks between your fingers.

"Okay." The dried apricots were thrown back into the plate, and the emperor wiped his hands, "You are the old man next to me, what to say, what to do, you should have a count." ”

This is to point him to send a letter to the fourth prince and the fifth princess today.

Li Dexian's head fell heavily, constantly shouting "The slave should die", and blood oozed from his forehead after dozens of strokes.

When he called for the delivery of the letter today, he was ready—but there was still a little luck in his heart.

If it weren't for the saint's suspicions, even if the queen died early due to illness, it shouldn't be the current situation.

Although the palace is very secretive about this, but in addition to disgust and hatred, what if the saint still has a trace of reluctance?